What Happens in Vegas: A One-Night Stand Office Romance (Vegas Love Book 1)

Trent growled as he stood, taking me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me in the middle of the bed. The wine I drank made me loose and giddy, enough buzz to take away my inhibitions, but not so much as to take away my senses.

I sat up on my elbows and watched in the dim light as he finished unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up and shrugged it off his shoulders, exposing his toned chest and tight abs. “You look like you want to eat me alive,” I teased.

“Eating your pussy is definitely on my list.” He tugged me by the ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day you walked into my office.”

With his fingers tucked into the waist of my shorts, I lifted a foot and braced it against his chest, pushing myself back to center. “Wait.”

He froze. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

Indecision filled my head. I had a million thoughts I should have kept to myself, but they bubbled to the surface regardless of my effort to tamp them down. “I slept with Brett,” I blurted.

He groaned and collapsed next to me on the bed. “I’m aware. I was there, but I don’t remember much sleeping.”

“Is it weird for you? Cuz it’s weird for me.” Suddenly feeling exposed, I pulled the edge of the comforter over my breasts.

“It’s a little weird. I mean… I’ve never been in this situation before,” he said with a sigh.

“Me neither. It’s not like I’m a prude, but I’ve been selective. What happened… it’s had me off balance. I thought no one would ever know. I mean, obviously, we’ve both been with other people before, but seeing…”

“Changed it from theoretical, and what happened between the three of us was very real?”

I nodded. “Are you going to be thinking about him touching me? Are you going to be remembering the things I did? The things he did? The things you both did to me?”

Trent threw his arm over his eyes. “I was trying not to, but you’re making it really hard and not in a good way. Can I tell you a secret?”

My ears perked up. Insight into the inner workings of Trent Dorsey’s mind piqued my curiosity. “Of course.”

He rolled on his side and stared into my eyes. “In all the times Brett and I have pulled that routine, being with you was the first time I’ve ever felt jealous. It’s always been just sex. A means to an end. Everyone walks away happy and satisfied. But that night… I didn’t want to share you.”

“Then why did you?”

“I thought the feeling was temporary. That once we got upstairs, it would go away. But the moment he kissed you I knew I should have kept you for myself. If I regret anything, it’s not telling Brett to fuck off that night, but the plan was already in motion, and I knew I couldn’t keep you anyway.”

“Yet, here we are.”

“Here we are.”

“I have one more question. How did the two of you start seducing women together?” The question had been nagging at me since I’d come down from the high of that night.

He chuckled. “Oddly enough, it was a woman. This girl in college taught us how to pleasure a woman. It was awkward at first, but once we became comfortable with our sexuality, it was addicting. Vegas was the perfect place to keep the game going with no strings attached and no one catching feelings.”

“Until you met me, and I messed everything up.” It sucked knowing I was one in a long line of many women who’d come before me, but I asked, and I had to accept his truth.

Trent pulled the tie that secured my braid and let my hair free. “You didn’t mess anything up. You reminded me there was more to life than meaningless one-night stands. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a really long time. So, although tonight isn’t our first time together, it feels like the first time for me.”

“Me too,” I confessed.

“So, let’s put the past in the past and start over, just you and me. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else tonight.” He smoothed out the lines between my eyes with his thumb and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“I’m only thinking about you. I… I needed to know.”

“You’re not a conquest. I can’t promise you where this is going, but I can promise you I want to find out.” He pulled the comforter away from my breasts and ran his fingertips over my nipples.

I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes, and relaxed into his touch, waiting for him to take the next step. When he didn’t, I cracked one eye to find him staring down at me.

“Any more questions?” The sincerity in his dark eyes let me know he was waiting for me to give the green light.

“One.” I paused. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. No more waiting. I’ve waited long enough.” Leaning forward, he captured my lips with less gentleness than before. Like a caged tiger that’d finally been set free to devour me, Trent crawled over the top of me and settled between my legs which instinctually wrapped around his waist. Our bare skin pressed together, chest to chest, his hard edges against my soft curves. I felt safe and warm under his dominating presence.

The kiss turned erratic, and my desire grew. Wetness flooded my panties. Remembering the way he felt inside me, I was anxious to get to the main event, but there was no way I’d forgo the foreplay and the orgasms I knew he could deliver.

Trent kissed along my jaw and down my neck and between my breasts. “Have I told you how amazing your tits are?”

I giggled. “Not specifically, but I gathered as much.” He sucked one in his mouth and massaged the other in his hand. Taking turns, he made sure each was properly worshipped. With a final nip of his teeth, he pulled one nipple into a taut point and grinned, clearly proud of the moans he’d extracted from me. I grabbed the sides of his head and pressed his face toward my stomach. “Need you lower.”

“Getting there.” Trent licked a line from my sternum down to my belly button, lashing his tongue in and out like he was sucking vodka from the divot. “Even your stomach is sexy. Flat and toned.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and lifted a brow.

I gave him a small nod and lifted my hips. In one fell swoop, he stripped my shorts and panties down my legs and tossed them to the side. Trent stood at the bottom of the bed, hands on his waist and gazed down at me as if I were a feast to be consumed. I’d shaved and applied lotion to every bit of my skin before he arrived, just in case our night turned in this direction, so I was very aware of what he was seeing. Regardless, his intensity made me self-conscious. Feeling bashful, I covered my most private parts with my hands.

“Don’t you dare.” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them at my sides. “I’ve been waiting weeks for this. You are nothing but beautiful. Don’t hide from me.”

I gulped. “You were staring.”

“As any man in my position would. You can’t blame me for being human.” He twined our fingers together and used his knee to push my legs apart, all the while keeping his eyes on mine. The cool air between my thighs made me feel even more exposed. He brought his other knee to the mattress and spread me wider. He kissed me, his tongue swiping inside my mouth. I returned the kiss and let our tongues tangle together, dizzy not only from the kiss but the smell of his cologne, which I’d come to associate with my sexy boss. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

Trent trailed his lips down the length of my body, until he reached the apex of my thighs. Releasing my hands, he pushed my legs even farther apart and blew a stream of cool air directly on my pussy, sending shivers down my spine.

And then he feasted.

The first swipe of his tongue sent me reeling as he drew figure eights with the tip, delving deeper inside me with every lap until his face was buried completely in my wet heat, which only made me wetter. The small gush that should have embarrassed me only seemed to spur him on.

Trent slipped a finger inside me. “Jesus, baby, you’re so tight.” He inserted a second finger and used a come-hither motion to stimulate my G-spot, then attacked my clit in all-out warfare.

Licking, nipping, sucking… I couldn’t keep track of all he was doing. All I could do was succumb to the sensations zipping through my body. The pressure built and my walls clenched around his fingers, every second bringing me closer to the edge. “Oh fuck, Trent! That feels so good… ahhh!” I gripped the comforter in desperation, my head thrashing back and forth and obscenities pouring from my lips, as I rode the thin line between pleasure and pain. When I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, the wave crested and broke, throwing me into an ocean of bliss. Trent continued his assault as wave after wave crashed into me, leaving me helpless and wrung out on the shore.

As my orgasm ebbed, he gifted me one last long swipe of his tongue before pulling a string of condoms from his back pocket and tossing them on the bed. Not one. Not two. At least four condoms lay next to me along with some packets of lube. “Holy shit! For one night?”

Trent pulled his belt through the loops and dropped it to the floor before undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. “I wanted to be prepared.”

My eyes widened. “For what? Are you trying to kill me?”

He smirked. “Only in the very best way. Succumbing to multiple orgasms seems like a good way to go.” His jeans and boxers were shoved to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked. He stroked his impressive cock slowly, giving it one last tug before reaching for the condoms. “Are you ready for me?”

I bit my lip in anticipation and nodded as the sound of the package ripping filled the room.

Trent rolled the condom down his long length and crawled on the bed between my spread legs. “There’re so many things I want to do to you, but right now I need to be inside you.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock and caressed him from root to tip, getting my first feel of him in weeks. A hiss escaped his lips as his eyes closed in ecstasy. I lifted my hips and brought him to my entrance. He braced himself over me and slowly pushed inside, my body stretching to accommodate his wide girth. “So good,” I murmured.

“So damn good,” he whispered back. Trent moved his hips at a leisurely pace, drawing out every stroke, every inch of him massaging me from the inside out. It was pure pleasurable torture, and I loved every second of it.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and I fused our mouths together in a passionate kiss. I wanted to be closer to this man who’d driven me crazy with endless power plays in the office. I might have fought him in the boardroom, but in the bedroom, I’d submit to whatever he wanted. I already knew he’d take good care of me, and I was more than happy to be at his mercy.

Trent lifted my leg and hiked it to his waist, changing the angle and pushing in deeper. “I can’t go slow much longer.”

“Then don’t. Fuck me, Mr. Dorsey.”

He growled from deep in his chest, picking up the pace, pistoning into me like a man on a mission. With each stroke his pelvis rubbed against my clit, pushing me closer to orgasm. I was ready to come again, and my walls began to clench. “Don’t you dare,” he ordered, pulling out and flipping me over. With an arm around my waist, he hoisted me to my knees and impaled me from behind.

My body shook and I fell to my elbows, pressing my cheek to the bed. I snaked one hand between my legs, desperate to get the orgasm he stole from me. He slapped it out of the way. Not capable of much more, I whimpered my complaint and wiggled my ass.

Trent gave it a swift smack. My skin stung. I’d never been spanked before, but I found it erotically arousing. “Don’t try to top from the bottom,” he scolded. “Your orgasms belong to me. I won’t let you take them.” He smacked my ass again. My core flooded from the sensation and his commanding tone. “You like that, don’t you, Miss Romano?”

I whimpered.

“Answer me.” Trent continued to pound into me.

“Yes,” I squeaked out.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I shouted.

“Good girl. I’ll give you what you want.” He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit furiously. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I shouted again.

With his fingers working my clit and his cock deep in my pussy, the sensations were almost too much. My climax built quickly, my body clenching around him. “Not yet,” he growled.

Like I had any control. “I can’t….” Trying to hold it back only made it more intense. I was riding the edge, ready to tip over. A series of incoherent expletives fell from my mouth.

“Now!” He doubled down his efforts and I exploded. My eyes rolled back, and my head swam from the inundation of endorphins. I felt like I was flying, soaring through space and time to some unknown destination. I was high as a kite, and I didn’t want to come down.

Soft kisses started on my shoulder and trailed down my spine as my body gently floated back to earth. “How do you feel?”

“Like a jellyfish. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”

He chuckled and tapped my ass that was still up in the air. “Stay put.” Pulling out, he walked his naked self to the bathroom.

“No worries.” I gave him a thumbs-up from my awkward position on the bed while appreciating his retreating form. My legs slid out from under me, and I collapsed in a heap of boneless flesh. Wow! The entire experience was existential. I thought the pleasure I received during our threesome was a unicorn, but tonight proved it existed outside of that little bubble. Sex with my ex was satisfying, but it was never… this. All my life I’d been waiting for a man to take control in the bedroom. Never did I think it would be my boss.

Trent returned with a towel and gently wiped it between my legs, an intimate gesture I wasn’t accustomed to. “That was amazing,” he said with a kiss to my cheek.

I cracked an eye open. “Meh. It was alright.”

“Alright?” He laughed. “Is that why you called out my name over and over?”

“I didn’t call out your name.” Did I? Everything was a blur.

“I assure you, you did. Trent! Fuck, Trent! Fuck me harder! You have a filthy mouth, Miss Romano. Some of the words that came out of those pretty little lips would make a sailor blush.”

I groaned. “I don’t remember any of that. I must have blacked out.”

“I’ll let you rest before round two.”

Round two? I’d barely survived round one.

Trent pulled back the comforter and moved me onto the sheets. Lying behind me, he covered us both and pulled me against his chest. It was warm and cozy, and I felt something I hadn’t felt in years… completely content.